the only way to preserve our story
is to write lines of rhymes of our glory
let our words be engraved in their heart
may this story never pull us apart
you owned half of my mind
the universe had us designed
the stars aligned, lifelong
and they shall sing our song
YOU ARE READING
pomegranate skies in your eyes
Poesíaa collection of thoughts and feelings i never had the courage to say to you
